The Old Lady Next Door - Sex Stories

The Old Lady Next Door

... was trimmed into a neat landing strip. Her labia were swollen, a bright purple, contrasting perfectly with her pale flesh.

I began to kiss down her body, slowly, as my thumbs stroked those nether lips. My tongue trailed along her neck to the "celery salt" spot at the top of her rib cage. I played there for a moment, furling my tongue, and teasing before sliding it out first to one shoulder point, and then the other. At each end of that journey, I made sure to nibble the flesh. This made her moan and squirm.

My thumbs were grazing her inner labia. She moved her knees, tilting her pelvis, her body begging for my lips. I licked down to her belly button. Carefully, I paid attention to it as I thrust the first fingers into her slit.

"Stop teasing. Fuck me with that tongue."

Her sparse pubes tickled my beard as I proceeded, resisting her urging, proceeding deliberately. The more her anticipation built, the harder she writhed. Her aroma perfumed the kitchen. I shifted along her body, lips meeting lips of another sort.

If you expect me to complain that she was musty and dusty, you will be disappointed. Maybe it was the anticipation, but her juices were flowing, musky not musty.

I had to taste her immediately, so I dipped my tongue into her gash and sampled her goodness. My fingers were still playing at her opening, so she wriggled beneath me.

Her moans turned to groans. My free hand roamed up her flank and found a nipple. Grasping it tightly in my fingers, I ...

... pulled it away from the body of her breast until her groan turned into a gasp. That was the moment that I found her clit. First, I just tasted it, teasing with the tip of my tongue.

"Fuck me with that tongue. Fuck me like you love me."

Dancing my tongue around the base of her pearl, I continued to tease her. Then I kissed that rosebud, flicking my tongue across it as my lips met that tenderest flesh. And it was tender- age had not toughened her flesh.

"I haven't been this wet in this century," she cried out.

It was a good thing she lived alone, because we would have attracted the attention of anybody in her house. As it was, I prayed that the mailman was not passing by at that moment. Mind you, our mail at that time was delivered by a pert but attractive young woman, but that would be another story.

I struggled to swallow as much of her syrup as possible, continuing to probe with tongue and digits to help her achieve an over arching climax.

'Will she never finish?' I wondered. I furiously fingered her flesh, trying to force her to fulfillment. The electricity generated by my tongue on her clit fueled our passions.

"I love what you do to me." She groaned.

My body shook from the excitement we shared. I explored her flesh with my free hand, teasing a nipple, touching her navel. Her body tensed briefly at that moment, and I wondered whether the massive explosion I sensed was contained within her would occur.

She seemed to respond by working her fingers into ...